The Predator bobblehead reminds me that I need to take revenge on this guy with an FJ Cruiser who parks next to me at work. He has a gold Japanese fortune cat mounted on his front dash that is perpetually, menacingly...waving. And not even waving normally, which would still be weird for a cat. Waving vertically, up and down, up and down at the shoulder joint. As if cats don't creep me out enough. The golden sheen, the sinister grin, the paw that never stops waving.... I think I'll get one of these Predator Head Knockers, probably the one snarling with a gaping mouth, and park it on my dashboard with a note staked to its spear: Stop waving or I'll eat your arm off.

Less vindictive potential uses of the Predator bobbleheads include collecting the whole series and lining them up on a bookshelf because you're a fanboy, or buying a pair and letting them serve as wedding cake toppers as Amazon reviewer little_lady did:

I used this [featured photo version] as the "bride" on my wedding cake. I bought a different predator bobble head for the "groom". I made wedding clothes for them and they were awesome. Everyone loved them.